It's a little too bright; I can see my blue fingernails flash in the screen's reflection.
It's a little too cold; the clouds are hiding the sun from view, wrapping it in their white.
It's a little too windy; it nips through my cardigan, screaming at me to put on some knee highs.

But dammit, I have writing to do and I am determined to do this whilst sat in my garden.